Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System

Nearly a thousand iron shards mixed with gravel stopped on the protective shield raised by Zhang Beixing’s aura in front of him.

Zhang Beixing’s expression grew a bit more grave. The power of this grenade was more than double that of a normal one. Even for him, a Half-Step Extraordinary, taking it head-on—he might not die, but it would definitely not feel good.

Luckily, the shrapnel thrown up by it was about the same power as normal bullets, something he could still easily defend against.

But fuck that, obviously Miller wasn’t going to give them a chance to catch their breath, not when he was holding a customized Gatling Grenade Launcher.

After the first grenade detonated, the Gatling fully spun up, and one black oval grenade after another shot toward Zhang Beixing at high Speed.

Zhang Beixing didn’t dare stay in place even a moment longer.

Watching the black grenades arc down, he rapidly calculated their impact points in his mind, grabbed Jimmy, and bolted off to the side.

At the same time, he cranked the protective aura around his body up to the maximum.

In the forest at night, Miller hefted the thickened, enlarged Gatling Grenade Launcher and laughed wildly from the helicopter, but his laughter couldn’t be heard at all, completely drowned out by the explosive roar of that madly spinning, grenade-spewing killing machine in his hands.

With each thunderous explosion, black grenades kept gushing out. On the ground, Zhang Beixing carried Jimmy’s twisted body, constantly darting and leaping. The chain of black grenades locked tightly onto Zhang Beixing’s silhouette; wherever he passed, a sea of fire roared up behind him.

Zhang Beixing didn’t dare stop for even half a second. If he paused at all, he’d be instantly swallowed by a storm of grenades; even with his strength, he couldn’t guarantee he’d survive.

Not to mention there was still a Miller in the sky who’d definitely swoop down to finish him off.

This was the first time since he’d only had Great Grandmaster strength left that Zhang Beixing had felt this pathetic, and Jimmy in his hand, being carried by him, was the closest to that constantly blooming sea of fire.

Watching endless shrapnel fly toward him, only to be forcibly stopped a few centimeters from his body, Jimmy’s twisted face actually looked a little more normal at this moment.

Even though his mind wasn’t quite right, he still felt fear of death. Facing the ceaselessly erupting sea of fire, the blasts loud enough to knock someone straight unconscious, and the constantly trembling ground, even Jimmy’s violent heart stirred with a bit of fear of dying.

Right now, Zhang Beixing wasn’t just dodging grenades alone; he was carrying the dead weight of Jimmy in his hand.

Having to dodge ten-meter-radius grenades in an open space that wasn’t exactly large to begin with was an enormous drain on Zhang Beixing.

Let alone that he had to constantly circulate his aura, wrapping both of them in it.

Even so, Zhang Beixing didn’t fall into despair because of how desperate and messy the situation looked.

On the contrary, there was a kind of unprecedented resolve in his eyes right now.

Because with this kind of Gatling rate of fire, the destructive power went without saying; leveling a mountain was nothing.

But that also meant this weapon needed a ridiculous amount of ammo reserve.

It was obvious Miller was a bit high right now. You could tell from his extra-crazed expression—like someone in a card game holding a god-tier hand, completely high on it, itching to slam down a double-joker bomb on every ”three-of-a-kind.”

With him firing like a madman like this, he’d be out of ammo soon. After all, he was on a helicopter.

A helicopter’s payload is very limited. Even if you stuffed it full of grenades, loaded to overload levels, with him firing like this, a few minutes would definitely be enough to burn through it all.

Sure enough, as Zhang Beixing ran wild circles in the limited clearing—sometimes, to dodge grenades, he’d dive right into a sea of fire that had only just started to die down after exploding in front of him—

By the time Miller had blasted the entire clearing’s ground down half a meter and turned it pitch-black, his manic grin suddenly stiffened.

Because Miller realized that the gun barrel, glowing red from the heat, had stopped spitting grenades.

Miller glared fiercely at Zhang Beixing on the ground, who had brushed past death by inches numerous times, looking like he was about to be blasted to pieces each time, yet remained completely unscathed.

Miller grabbed a soldier beside him and yanked him over.

”Where are the grenades? Where the hell are my grenades!”

Miller demanded unwillingly.

He’d fired off several thousand rounds, and although Zhang Beixing looked disheveled, he wasn’t even scratched. That was something Miller found hard to accept.

The soldier dragged in front of him said fearfully,

”G-gone... they’re gone.”

”Our helicopter can only carry three thousand rounds, and you’ve used them all up.”

Hearing this, Miller’s eyes narrowed, a vicious light flashing inside.

”Gone?”

Miller repeated softly, then his mouth split into a wide grin, as if he were actually pleased.

”Good, then you go down there and kill him for me.”

As he spoke, Miller directly shoved the soldier out of the helicopter.

The soldier obviously didn’t react in time. He never expected that just because the ammo was gone, he’d be tossed out of the chopper like a punching bag to vent anger on.

It wasn’t until the weightless sensation swallowed him that the soldier started flailing his arms, trying to grab onto something, but all he got in return was an even more vicious kick from Miller.

Amid the soldier’s screams, Miller felt his own out-of-control emotions finally ease a little.

”Fucking useless trash, can’t even handle something this simple—what do I keep him around for?”

Miller cursed unrestrainedly in the helicopter, not caring at all about the terrified looks from the other black-clad soldier and the two Pilots in the cockpit.

On the ground at this moment, Zhang Beixing set Jimmy down slowly on the charred earth.

Zhang Beixing finally got a brief moment to breathe, his aura, nearly exhausted, slowly replenishing.

What he just did was like a regular person running three kilometers at full-on hundred-meter-sprint Speed.

Even for Zhang Beixing, that was a massive test of willpower.

He glanced at the soldier suddenly falling from the helicopter and didn’t bother with him at all. From a hundred meters up, unless it was a Great Grandmaster coming down, death was guaranteed.

Judging from the way that soldier was flailing around midair, he probably wasn’t even a high-level Martial Artist.

Sure enough, the soldier’s screams lasted only a moment before ending abruptly with the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground.

But Miller didn’t let Zhang Beixing rest for long. He soon stuck his head out of the cabin again.

He grabbed a loudhailer and shouted down at the ground,

”Minister Zhang, I have to say, your strength far surpasses my expectations.”

”Because of these useless idiots, I wasn’t nearly prepared enough for you today. Next, I’ll send you a big gift.”

”If you can still survive after this, then congratulations—let’s meet again next time.”

With that, Miller turned and went back into the cabin, even closing the cabin door directly.

Hearing Miller’s words, the heart Zhang Beixing had just let relax tensed up again.

This was his first time dealing with such a troublesome opponent, killer moves coming one after another. And this was with Miller supposedly well-prepared already—if he’d had more time to plan everything properly...

He might have called in a damn nuke straight up.

Zhang Beixing didn’t stay idle either.

He tried his best to recover the aura he’d just burned through. Since Miller said there was another ”gift,” odds were it was some kind of missile or something.

Earlier, Zhang Beixing had even been itching to try catching one just to see, but that was when his status was still at full.

In his current condition, if Miller really did send a missile his way, Zhang Beixing honestly wasn’t sure he could handle it.

After Miller shut the cabin door, the armed helicopter broke out of its hover, slowly rolling in the air until its nose pointed at the clearing where Zhang Beixing stood.

In the cockpit, Miller snatched the control stick from the Pilot’s hands.

”Die, Zhang Beixing.”

He snarled as he slammed his thumb down on the red button on the control stick.

The missile slung under the helicopter’s belly instantly activated and dropped free, then its tail spewed a thick jet of flame.

It shot straight at Zhang Beixing.

Fuck! He really fired one!